Octopus Online Feeding Guide

When people who get up early and go to work pass this street.Immediately, the ostentatious lantern signboard and the brand-new flag attracted the attention.

This is followed by a string of alluring aromas.

Little is known about Richel's hotel and restaurant.But this is different from the aroma of my own wild vegetable stew, and it is already the best sign.

Several black-robed magicians walked in curiously.

"Welcome, see what you want for breakfast."

"Breakfast? We don't eat breakfast." A magician said, "You must come from another kingdom, we don't eat breakfast."

"Is it an elf? It looks a bit like it." A female magician wondered.

Richel didn't expect this, obviously Chelsea and Adrian ate it every day, and Jacob couldn't bear to put down his bowl even more, he didn't look like someone who didn't eat breakfast at all.

"Then prepare some snacks for the long journey." Richel immediately said, noticing the luggage and the horses on the backs of these people, "Here are soy milk fritters, tofu nao, pancakes and fruit finger cakes, if you have a big appetite , as well as steamed buns and fried dumplings.”

An old magician carefully looked at the wooden sign on the counter, and finally asked: "Tofu brain, what kind of beast's brain is it?"

"No, it's made from the juice of ground beans." Richel explained with a smile.

With stone mills and peas, fresh soybean milk can be ground, and tofu nao and tofu can be made with salt water. Adrian has eaten a lot.

"I think I will be honored to taste this special thing." said the old magician.

"The tofu nao is tender and smooth, and it's best served with steamed buns or fried dough sticks." Lichel said while adding seasoning to the tofu nao.

"There is no one who knows how to do business better than you." The magician smiled, "Smelling these delicacies, my hungry stomach has already started to growl."

"This is the city of liberty, not the imperial capital, why don't we leave after breakfast." The young female magician couldn't help but suggest.

"Attention, this is dim sum, not breakfast." Another person explained, "Bring me a fried dumpling, thank you."

The female magician smiled and said, "Yes, dim sum, please pack all the dim sum for me, if there are any."

"Yes, you are the first batch of customers when the store opens, and I will give you five extra steamed buns."

Richel sorted them into categories and packed them into the small compartments of the wooden box, "I hope that the delicious food can comfort your tired body and mind from the exhaustion of traveling."

"Thank you." The male magician who bought fried dumplings was already sitting on the table. He looked at the ear-like thing on the plate, but there was no knife and fork on the table, so he was afraid to move.

Because wheat is still too expensive, Richer mixed part of the rye flour into the dough. The resulting skin is light gray, with wrinkles on the top, and the flat bottom is fried golden, exuding an attractive aroma.

He picked up one and took a bite. It contained diced leeks, shiitake mushrooms and minced shrimp. It tasted very delicious. Richel thoughtfully took a small plate with a vinegar sauce made of minced ginger and garlic, and said: " It tastes even better with this dip."

The magician dipped it as he said, and Richel took out the chopsticks again, "It will be more convenient to use this."

This is strange.

"How to use the two sticks?"

He gripped the chopsticks skillfully with his hands, and moved the top one, "Look, this will do, it's very convenient."

"let me try."

It looks easy, but it is difficult to make. The magician couldn't do it for a long time. Finally, he just inserted a dumpling with a chopstick, and took a dumpling in each hand, using it as a stick for baking.

"It's really convenient." The magician dipped the dumplings into his mouth with vinegar sauce. Sure enough, under the stimulation of ginger and garlic, the taste of the food became more mellow, and the sour taste of vinegar exclaimed: "Such a good match, is it Which genius came up with it."

"Is there a wine bag? I can hold some soy milk." Richel scooped up a spoonful for the other two to taste, because it was ground from fresh peas, the soy milk was not milky white, but light cyan, and the tofu made was also light green Yes, it seems a bit strange, he intends to suggest Mrs. Bernard to dry the old peas and sell them to him.

He hasn't had time to make sugar yet, soy milk is all original. If it's paired with salty food, this kind of soy milk is the most suitable.

The three magicians returned with a full load, and they couldn't help but open their eyes.

"It's like stepping into another world," they marvel at the people they meet along the way.

Soon another group of guests ushered in the restaurant, and they were all aroused by the strange-looking food.Even humans who don't eat breakfast, they will buy a few snacks to try.

The breakfast was sold out quickly, and Richel took advantage of some free time to dig out the fermented beans in the yard.

After six days of fermentation, green mold has grown on the surface of the beans. Yesterday he added some water to moisten the moldy beans and let them continue to ferment.When he opened the lid today, he could already smell a faint smell of soy sauce.

Richel put these beans into the large pottery vat that had been steamed and sterilized before, with a layer of beans, a layer of water, and a layer of salt. After filling up, he sprinkled a layer of salt on the surface and covered it with a cone-shaped vine cover. Jacob, ask him to help put the tank in the sun in the corner of the yard.

After that, just stir it from time to time to let each bean fully decompose and ferment under the action of mold, water and sunlight, and finally form soy sauce.

After finishing the work, he asked Adrian and Jacob to tear down the half-turned-down shed, and went to a woodcutter outside the city to buy wood and build a new shed.

When it was lunch time, more people came to the store.

Some people casually went downstairs to the street to buy some dry bread and sausages for lunch, and walked to the store after turning a corner.

Mostly, the thick soup and bread cooked in their own kitchen were really hard to swallow, and they went to Richel's restaurant with their rice bowls in hand.

"Hotel and restaurant, is it a hotel or a restaurant?" A blacksmith wiped off the soot on his body, and was about to enter curiously.

A green-skinned goblin hurriedly grabbed him, and whispered mysteriously: "Pay attention to the address carved on the wall."

Only then did the blacksmith notice that this was the legendary haunted house.

Seeing his hesitation, the goblin pulled him aside, "Our restaurant has recently launched a new snow-white meatball. It tastes like a girl's fragrance and tenderness. It's even more delicious than the ones made in this store. You can come in and try it."

The blacksmith's heart suddenly wavered. After thinking for a while, he pointed to the promotional sign at the door of the shop and said, "Let's try this first."

The goblin saw that there was a wooden board standing beside the gate, on which a human being was vividly drawn, holding a bowl of things with a smile.

"What's one by one?" The little goblin squatted at the door and studied carefully with his big black eyes open.

Chelsea lay lazily behind the counter. Seeing a customer come in, the magic wand automatically pointed to a row of wooden signs on it.

"What do you want?"

The blacksmith's eyes glanced over one by one from above, and they were all foods he had never heard of.

"What is 'noodles'?"

The magic wand service thoughtfully picks up a stick of boiled white ramen that Richel had set out on the counter to sample.

"Oh, how can this be full?" The blacksmith muttered, completely ignoring the whole bowl of noodles next to him.

He turned around and was about to leave. The next second, a kitchen knife scraped his cheek and hit the floor in front of him.

Everyone in the lobby trembled.

"What to eat?" Chelsea stared at him with an expression on her face.

Trembling, the blacksmith casually pointed to one of the wooden signs on it. Chelsea turned it over and looked, and called out, "A bowl of dragon beard noodles."

Dragon beard?Food made from dragon beards?The blacksmith frowned and knit together, how could anyone swallow this?

Seeing the murderous look in Chelsea Mung Bean's eyes, the blacksmith decided to risk his life to eat it once.

There was a response from the back of the kitchen, and Richel rubbed the dough, stretched it, folded it, stretched it again, swung it up in the air, fell, stirred up the scattered flour on the chopping board, flew up again, and deformed.

The dough kneaded from wheat flour is full of tendons, and it keeps getting longer, thinner, and more tenacious in his hands, and the roots are distinct under the wrapping flour of the chopping board.

Adrian lay halfway by the kitchen door and whistled softly.In his eyes, Richer was not cooking, but clearly casting magic. Every time he saw his hands tossing these ingredients, it made people feel excited and excited.

Cut off the dough held by the head and tail, sprinkle another layer of flour, shake it up, put it in the pan and fry it again.

In another pot, the seafood broth was bubbling. Richel scooped two spoonfuls into the other pot, put in leek flowers, salt, brandy as cooking wine, shredded ginger, boiled again, and then put in the fried asparagus. Cook the noodles until there is no sandwich, pick them up, put the cooked fried eggs, two shrimps, a few clams, shiitake mushrooms, fish fillets, and peas into a bowl, and put them on the table by the kitchen door superior.

Adrian at the door hooked his tentacles, picked up the noodles steadily, and sent them to the blacksmith's table.

Golden eggs, red shrimp, green beans, white fish and slightly burnt noodles, the blacksmith sniffed.No matter in terms of appearance or smell, it makes people's index fingers move.

by hand?It's definitely not suitable for being so hot, but looking at the whole table, there are only spoons and a bunch of wooden sticks in the wooden barrel.

"Use chopsticks." One person reminded, holding up the two wooden sticks in his hand, "The boss said that these things are good for eating noodles."

The blacksmith also took two and put them in his hands, but he didn't know how to use them. Just now, the man put the two sticks together tightly, put the noodles in the middle, and put the food in his mouth.

Looking at the right side again, there is a woman, with one stick in each hand, poking each other to pick up the noodles and eat them.

Looking diagonally to the opposite side, an orc stirred the chopsticks in the bowl a few times, and when he picked it up again, the noodles rolled onto the chopsticks, and he ate the noodles into his mouth in one bite, leaving soup in the bowl.

The corner of his mouth twitched, but the blacksmith still put down the two things, picked up the spoon, and took a mouthful of the soup. There was no oily smell, it was very light, but extremely sweet.

He clumsily used a spoon to scoop up the noodles. The noodles were relatively long. After scooping them a few times, they slipped into the soup bowl every time, but they couldn't be hooked up.

After thinking for a while, he took a chopstick, scooped up a little with a spoon in one hand, and blocked the noodles with one hand to prevent the noodles from slipping, and quickly put the noodles into his mouth.

There is no taste of dragon beard as imagined. The noodles are smooth and chewy, and the roots are broken in the mouth. It is very delicious. It is served with soup, a few bites of beans and fish.The blacksmith smashed his mouth and thought, this stew is much more delicious than the one made by his mother-in-law.

Beautiful and delicious.

A bowl of noodles was finished in two mouthfuls. Although his stomach was full, his mouth was still full of content. He readily paid 25 copper coins, and the blacksmith began to wonder whether the names on the row of wooden plaques were all such delicious things.

Come try again tomorrow.

With a "bang", a kitchen knife fell into the stone slab in the street at the entrance.

The blacksmith shuddered.

It's just that this person has a bad temper.He thought, but he really didn't want to give up such a delicious thing.

The kitchen was very stuffy, and Richel came out with the noodles for a change of breath. He was busy in the kitchen and still didn't feel it. Seeing that the entire lobby was crowded with people, he said pleasantly, "I didn't expect the business to be so hot on the first day."

He thought that the names of these dishes were so strange that few people were willing to try them.

"Well, they seem to enjoy it." Chelsea summoned the kitchen knife back with a calm expression, turning into a fluffy feather fan in his hand.